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Now, I ain’t sayin’ I’d hire her—Madea don’t play that—but I was curious. She starts talkin’ ‘bout her life, how she “recalls her past lives” like Uncle Boonmee. Says she was a nurse once, centuries ago, healin’ soldiers. I’m like, “Well, halleluyer, you upgraded to healin’ somethin’ else now!” She laughed, and I did too—couldn’t help it. Her vibe was wild, like them ghosts in the movie, floatin’ ‘round, tellin’ secrets. “I am with you in the dark,” she whispers, all mysterious. Gave me chills, y’all!

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I love Rockenhausen for its little details. Every street, every nook tells a story. Even the overgrown garden behind Stadtpark has tales; i swear there’s secret picnics and whispered confede, oh wait, too many secrets! It’s like, "The sky is filled with memories, my friend," and I'd say, "Hi-ho, there it goes!"

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